#hes a snuggle bunny 🩷

[kowaindar0u]

Sengo had slept quite well, happily hugging Saseki to him, and having hooked a leg over his at some point in the night. But, still, he's typically a relatively early riser most days-- even on more lazy days he tends to wake up at least with the sun and then perhaps go back to sleep or simply lie in bed.

So, he notices Saseki finally awake, though when it seems rather sudden, he can't help but worry, or at least wonder...

"Huhu... Good morning, aruji..." He gives a kiss to his crown, and squeezes him just a little. "How are you feeling? Did you sleep alright?"

Continuing Where @kowaindar0u Left Off: x

Saseki finds himself jolted awake just a couple of hours after dawn. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, realizing that he's snug in someone's embrace. Who--

Oh, right.

He looks up to Sengou's (seemingly) sleeping face while still remain in his embrace. It feels nice, but...

Those paperworks still nagging on his mind, despite his half-dazed promise laat night...

[myceliacrochet]

Reblog if answer tysm!

This poll is for my friend Mounir.

He's a teenager who is precious, kind, open, and so sweet and caring.

He's worried for his four-year-old sister, Sham.

They are terrified, they need relief..

They are freezing cold, hungry, and need basic supplies, and they need to get out of there.

Their campaign needs more consistent support.

Let's provide for these kids.🩷

And please leave a kind word for Mounir and Sham if you'd like, in your reblog or the comments.

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[nerdy-novelist017]

omg i love ur writing sm✨🩷💋

do u think u could write sumthin like benny coming home to finding u snuggled up on the couch in one of his huge shirts?????

Thank you for this super sweet request, Anon! Sorry I've been taking forever to get around to the requests, but I'm trying to get back into the routine of working on them a little bit every day. Hope you enjoy!

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 1.1k+

T-Shirts (Benny Cross x Shy! Reader)

Benny cursed under his breath as he stumbled over the threshold of the front door. He’d been out with the Vandals, not an actual meeting, just a night out with a few of the main members. He’d invited you as he always did, but you declined. You had told him that you wanted to have some alone time after a long day at work. He understood – girls needed their ‘me time’ to pamper themselves or whatever, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to miss you. You were sometimes all consuming to him, his thoughts almost always ran back to you. Johnny and the boys could see it, anyone that really knew Benny (few as they were) knew he was completely infatuated with you. He was drunk off your touch, your voice, your smile. How could he be separated from you for long? So as the night progressed and he accepted more whiskeys being slid in his direction, his thoughts of you became more hazy, more melancholic and finally Johnny took pity on him and told him to go home. 

The slight buzz from the beers he had early did not mix well with the lack of lights. Usually, you left on the front porch light for him when you knew he would be out late and you were going to bed early. But it wasn’t the case tonight he realized as all the lights in the main level of your house were turned off. As he tossed his bike keys onto the entryway table and flipped on a light, he wondered briefly in his intoxicated mind if you were upset with him and this was your passive aggressive way of punishing him for staying out late, but that theory quickly diminished when he caught sight of the couch. At first glance, it looked like just a pile of throw blankets, but he was convinced he could spot your familiar form no matter how much light there was in the room. 

He slipped out of his boots and jacket, standing there for a moment longer in appreciation. A lovestruck smile overtook his face at the view of you curled into your side, that yellow blanket with white flowers (one you had begged him to buy when you first moved in together, stating that it was the perfect piece to pull the room together. He honestly couldn’t have cared less about the living room or its decor, but the smile on your face when he put it in the shopping cart made it suddenly the most important detail.) pulled over your body, a forgotten book laying face down on your chest – a clear indication that you had once again fallen asleep while reading. Your mouth slightly agape, your features looked so soft and girlish that it took Benny’s breath away knowing you were his. Even though he saw some incredible sunrises, sunsets and starry nights when he went riding, you were without a doubt the most beautiful sight he got to come home to. 

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he crossed the room, stooping to trace a hand across your face, brushing the tousled hair from your eyes. With his other hand, he looped his fingers through the spine of your novel, making sure to save your page mark as he placed it on the coffee table. His left hand moved beneath your knees and his right supported your back as he effortlessly lifted you into his embrace. That’s when he realized you were wearing one of his shirts, the white material clearly oversized on your small figure. He didn’t know a simple white t-shirt had the ability to be sexy, but clearly he shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was because you had the talent to make just about anything look painfully arousing on you. And nothing at all. And to make matters even harder for Benny, he knew it wasn't your intention when you put on his shirt to look sexy, you probably weren’t even aware of the effects of your body in that damn oversized t-shirt and the way it clung to your chest as he lifted you, nor the way it molded around your hips. You were certainly not aware of the sudden twitch in his pants because of the way the garment just seemed to make you look even more of the little bunny that stole his heart. 

“Benny?” your muffled, half asleep voice hit his ears like the sweetest melody as you snuggled into his chest. 

“Stealin’ my clothes, Bunny?” he teased and you sunk further into his embrace, not quite awake enough to catch his playfulness. He carried you up to your bedroom, using his foot to kick the door shut behind him. He placed you gently on your side of the bed and almost laughed as you tugged him back down to you for a messy kiss. 

“I like the way it smells like you,” you admitted as you rubbed your eyes, the action pulling on Benny’s heartstrings. 

“You may have to keep it. Looks better on you,” he smiled as he stepped back to change into something more comfortable. 

“Whatever you say, Cross.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your words slurring together. “I tried waitin’ up for you. Did ‘ya have a good time?”

“Go back to sleep, Bunny,” he coaxed gently, smiling as your blinks were growing longer by the second. That was always something you wanted to do: you liked to lay in bed and talk about your days if they happened to be spent apart. You encouraged him to talk more than he’s ever talked in his life. Sometimes he felt as though your chattiness was rubbing off on him, but you never interrupted nor discouraged him from expressing his thoughts. He loved you more for that. “There’s plenty of time to talk about it tomorrow.”

“M’kay, come lay with me?” you asked and Benny scoffed because was that even a request you needed to make? He was drawn to you like a moth to flame, he couldn’t resist having a hand on you while he slept. It was like some instinctual urge projecting him to keep you near, to keep you safe, even while he was floating in the realm of sleep. 

He shook his head as you muttered a final incoherent sentence into the side of your pillow, eyes falling shut again. He crawled into bed behind you, slipping his hand around your waist and pulling you flush against his body as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. A soft, content sigh escaped you, and Benny looped his hand into yours, pulling it up to his lips in a soft kiss as he whispered “I love you, Bunny.”

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[princessbubblegumsstuff]

Can you do when y/n is really cute and short and the members have cuteness aggression over it?

OT8- you’re short and cute

Requested

Genre(s): smut, fluff, established relationships

Pairing(s): ot8 x femreader

Warning(s): explicit language, smut, breeding kink, corruption kink, mentions of oral (f.receiving), cnc, fingering, choking, size kink, roleplaying

Words: 1.8k

prompt list (leave requests🩷)

Bang Chan

He would adore you being short. He would give you so many back hugs, picking you up from the ground by your waist. He would enjoy tickling you, pinning you down and watching you struggle against his hold. He would definitely do that thing his does to Jeongin, when he attacks him with hugs and snuggles and does that cute voice with an adorable smile.

In bed, he’d love to throw you around and put you in any position he wanted. Pinning your arms down with one of his hands, your legs on his broad shoulders. He would be absolutely mesmerized by your small cunt stretching around his big cock. Also definitely breeding kink. He could not help himself but fuck you full of his cum, hoping to have cute short babies just like you are. 

,,Such a cute little thing, aren’t you?” he’d whisper to you as he pounded into you. ,,So small and pretty for me. Look how your cute pussy just takes it. Imma fill her up, pump you full of me. Give you my babies, yeah?” 

Minho

He would tease you about it. Constantly. He’d pat you on the head, putting you in a chokehold every time he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. ,,Why are you so short?” would become his constant line. He would also love to have you sit on his lap, his thick thighs supporting your small frame. Whenever you needed to get something from a high place, he’d watch you struggle and whine before he’d come help you. 

Corruption kink would go crazy with him. He would think you’re too cute to know much and he would just show you and do to you all the nasty and perverted things he kept thinking about. He would press your legs into your chest, folding you in half as he drilled right into you. Wrapping his hands around your thin neck and squeezing just to see the blissed out expression on your pretty face. When he’d take you from behind, he’d pull you up and hold your small frame against his body tightly. 

,,My kitten, look so cute in that. Look so small under me like this.” he’d taunt you. ,,You can’t take it anymore?” he’d pout. ,,Why don’t you try to fight me, huh? Come on, push me off. You can’t, right? My poor baby.” then he’d smirk. ,,Too dumb to resist, aren’t you? You keep whining for me to stop and then you cum again. You’re such a dirty slut, kittie.” 

Changbin

He’d love it. Absolutely love it. Someone finally being shorter than him was his dream come true. With his muscles, picking you up and playing with you was so easy. He’d just come up to you and pick you up, carrying you around like a little kid. He’d squeeze you tightly while cuddling, always groaning that you were too cute for your own good. 

Throwing you around was a given in the bedroom. He’d fuck you against the wall, in the air while bouncing you on his cock, hold you on his shoulders to eat you out and press your body down into crazy positions. He had to train you. Train your little pussy to take his thick cock. 

,,My pretty little, bunny. Always so beautiful for me. So small.” he’d whisper into your ear, holding your hands behind your back as he’d pound into you from behind. ,,Taking it so well, letting my cock split you open.” 

Hyunjin 

With him being the tallest of them all, your height difference would be the biggest. He’d keep comparing hand sizes and laughing at your small hands. He’d give you back hugs, your head resting against his chest as he squeezed your waist. He’d persuade you into dance choreographies where he could pick you up. He’d also love to have you wear his clothes, loving how big they look on you. 

The difference between your bodies was such a turn on. He would be mesmerized as he pinned your small hands down by one of his ring covered ones. He would drill into you, his favorite position missionary because he wanted to watch your face as his long cock kept hitting your spot. He would always always have a hand around your throat, using it as leverage. 

,,My love, feel so good for me. I can just hold you down and there’s nothing you can do.” he’d groan in your ear, gripping your hips and lightly squeezing your neck. ,,So beautiful, I’m gonna paint you with my cum. Cover your pretty little body with it.” he’d moan, long hair falling in his face. ,,There’s nothing you can do, but take it. You look so pretty like this, baby,” 

Han

Hannie loved that you were so small and short. It made him feel protective over you. He’d keep you in his arms, squeezing you tightly to his buff chest. He’d do the thing he does to Felix, tickling your chin softly. He would always randomly attack you with cuddles and kisses. He would also keep comparing your small hands to his big ones. He would lay on top of you and enjoy the feeling of your small body under him. You would be absolutely delicate to him. And if you put on one of his baggy flannels, he’s done for…

His favorite thing would be you sitting on his face. You could put your whole weight on him and his cock would only grow harder. And watching you try to ride him, slowly turning into a whiny, tired, frustrated mess. Your small thighs trying to work hard enough but just too tired. So he would hold you up by your hips and slam into you from below, watching your blissed out expression with a smirk. Or he’d just lay you on your back on his chest, press your legs into your chest and pound into you from below so fucking hard whilst playing with your cute little clit. 

,,Just take it, baby. I feel how your pussy sucks me in. You gonna cum for me again?” he’d bite your neck while saying dirty things to you. ,,Gonna squirt for me again? Make a mess, my pretty little girl. My sweet girl. You love being used like this, don’t you? My little cumslut.” he’d groan in your ear. ,,You wanted this. I saw how you’ve been looking at me, playing all innocent. So don’t you try to run away from me now.” 

Felix 

He would be so sweet about it. Constantly hugging you, sitting you on his lap, picking you up, kissing you… The physical affection just wouldn’t stop. He’d make the cutest voices at you, not being able to handle the amount of cuteness. He would love your hands being smaller than his so he’d keep comparing them and smiling like the sun. He would tease you about it too, but then melt if you pouted and he’d kiss it away. 

I don’t think he’s such a sweetheart in bed. I think he would definitely throw you around as much as he could and keep coming up with new scenarios. He would love to dress you up, always having some new fantasy he needed to try. Your small frame was also perfect for having you sit on his lap while he’s gaming. Sometime just to cockwarm, but that would never last long. He would just get too desperate and fuck into you, not being able to wait long enough to at least mute his mic. 

,,Shh, baby. Everyone will hear you. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” he’d taunt you as if it was your fault. ,,I think you’d love that secretly. My little pervert. You want them all to hear how good I fuck you, don’t you?” he’d say, picking up his pace. ,,Want them all to hear what a mess you are, what a slut you are for me.”

Seungmin

Oh, he’d tease you. And I mean tease you. He would always make comments and little jokes about your height, laugh at you when you can’t reach something and then make fun of your pout. But he’d secretly think you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Constantly making you sit on his lap and not letting you get up, enjoying how you struggle in his hold. He doesn’t have that much muscle so being able to overpower you was so addictive to him. 

Ahh this man. I just know he’d love CNC. He’d love dressing you up in a cute outfit, watching you try to run away from him as he could just hold you down and take you. He’d love knowing you can’t fight him, hearing your little whines and cries as he pounds into you with no mercy. He’d also love tying you up, watch you struggle against the restrainments as he edged you for hours.

,,Thought you could run away from me, huh? Such a bad girl. I thought you knew better baby.” he’d coo at you, fake pout on his face. ,,Now you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Maybe next time, you’ll know how to behave. For now, just take it.” and he’d slam into you so hard it would knock all the air right out of your lungs. ,,Don’t go all dumb on me now. I know you wanted this. You’re such a cumslut, you can’t help yourself but be a fucking brat.” 

Jeongin

He’d treat you like a baby, just like his hyungs do to him. He would tease you and then pick you up in a hug. He would take tons of pictures of you, mostly with his hand on top of your head or mirror selfies so that the difference could be seen. He isn’t that into physical affection but with you being so adorable, he couldn’t help himself and just shower you with random hugs and kisses. He would also love to style you like his mini twin and watch you swim in his clothes. 

In bed he would love watching you go crazy over his fingers. That was his main thing, you losing your mind as his long fingers split you open. He started working out more and he would love his new strength, always throwing you around or watching you struggle against his hold. He would also have you ride him, make you work for it as he’d take in your small body on top of his before he’d flip you over and absolutely ruin you. 

,,My pretty girl, you’re just so cute. It makes me want to ruin you, you know? It’s your fault, baby.” he’d whisper between each thrust. ,,Answer me or did I fuck you all dumb again? Hm? Too fucked out to talk? Poor baby. Can’t even think with my cock inside of her.” 

[beenbaanbuun]

HIII BUNNY!! I just wanted to know if since Yeosang has wolf like features and all that, if he has like dogish or wolfish personality traits. Like he was his tail when he's really excited or something lol idk just a thought!! Love your Addams Matz story it's so amazing!!! Have a good day or night or wtv!!!🩷🩷🩷🩷

no matter how hard yeosang tries to remain stoic, you can always tell how he’s feeling based on his tail and his ears. sure, he might have a little more control over them, but even if it’s not fully wagging, you can still see his tail twitch whenever he gets happy.

like when darling lays next to him—meaning on top of him—on the rug and he pretends to be annoyed about it. his face conveys his irritation, but she can feel the tiny wags of his tail that he’s trying so desperately hard to contain. snuggle into him, and the wags get bigger; kiss his cheek, and his tail is going to the thumping against her leg as if he was never trying to contain it in the first place.

but while he’s somewhat talented at controlling his tail, his ears are an entirely different story. they reveal every emotion that he has, perking up when he’s happy, laying flat when he isn’t. they twitch when he’s trying to listen into a conversation not meant for him, announcing to anyone paying attention to him that they have an eavesdropper in their midst.

[thebunnednun]

Build a Boyfriend 🧸🩷

Pairing: Pro Hero! Mirio Togata x Build a Bear helper! Reader

Summary: Mirio takes Eri to Build a Bear and falls for the pastel goth helping Eri pick out a new cuddle buddy. After some intervention from the guys he stumbles into her registrar to find she's even prettier up close and thinks he missed his chance with her.

Until he finds her note.....

TW: Cuteness overload

On with the show!!~

The workshop was buzzing with the low hum of families, children, and the occasional burst of laughter as small hands sifted through shelves of soft, plush animals. The inside of the store was a bright kaleidoscope of colors—soft pastels, warm yellows, and gentle blues—all blending together to create a welcoming, cheerful environment.

Display stands were stacked with teddy bears, bunnies, and a whole host of other creatures waiting to be brought to life by eager kids.

At the heart of it all, the sound of stuffing machines whirring and squeaking filled the air, punctuated by the chatter of customers and employees. Soft pop music played overhead, further adding to the lively yet calming atmosphere.

A few young children were gathered near the sound booth, picking out voice boxes with silly phrases to stuff inside their soon-to-be cuddly companions. Others ran up and down the aisles with parents trailing behind, trying to keep up.

Mirio stood at the front of the store with Eri, his hand gently resting on her head as she stared wide-eyed at the rows upon rows of plush animals. Her large, curious red eyes scanned the store with wonder, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress, shifting slightly as she took in the world of soft toys around her. Mirio, ever the doting older brother figure, smiled down at her, eyes sparkling with excitement for her.

It was sensory overload for her, truely. And while he felt bad about it, Mirio would rather Eri get the full experience of picking out her snuggle buddy than choosing it fo herr. He wanted this to be a gentle push into feeling more secure and independent for Eri.

Plus, he just wanted to spoil her. 

“Alright, Eri, feel free to look around, okay?” Mirio said brightly, crouching down to meet her gaze, his grin wide and reassuring. “I just need to pop to the restroom for a sec. But don’t worry—Shinsou’s on his way, and I’ll be right back.”

Eri nodded shyly, her gaze shifting from Mirio to the endless selection of stuffed animals. He gave her a gentle pat on the head before standing up and sending a quick text to Shinsou, letting him know where they were. After giving Eri another smile and checking the time, Mirio quickly made his way toward the back of the store, disappearing into the hallway.

Eri, now left to her own devices, wandered through the aisles slowly. She kept her hands close to herself, unsure if it was okay to touch anything. She passed by shelves filled with fluffy bunnies, tiny bears with sailor hats, and even some superhero-themed plush toys, her steps hesitant and light.

Meanwhile, you were working the floor, wearing your red apron over a pastel goth outfit that contrasted sharply yet charmingly with the colorful ambiance of the store.

Your black, ripped jeans paired with the soft lavender of your belt, along with streaks of pastel blue and royal purple in your hair, stood out against the otherwise bubblegum, playful environment. Your outfit was a perfect blend of soft and edgy, a subtle rebellion that felt at home in a store that encouraged creativity and individuality.

As you helped another customer pick out accessories for their bear, you spotted Eri, her small form almost lost among the towering shelves. She seemed unsure of where to go or what to do, her wide eyes darting from shelf to shelf as if searching for something familiar.

“Hey there,” you greeted softly, approaching her slowly so as not to startle her. You crouched down a bit to her level, keeping a respectful distance. 

“Are you looking for someone special today?”

Eri blinked up at you, her eyes a little wary but not frightened. She nodded, pointing toward the top shelf where a fluffy white bear sat. It was out of her reach, and you could tell she didn’t want to ask for help outright.

You smiled warmly, standing up and walking over to a nearby ladder. “Let me grab something real quick, and then you can do the honors.”

After propping the ladder in place, you climbed up to grab a toy "grabber" from a top shelf—a long plastic tool that could be used to reach high items. You offered it to her, the soft click of the mechanism echoing slightly as you showed her how to use it.

“Here, why don’t you give it a try? You can get the bear all by yourself,” you said, handing her the grabber with a gentle smile.

Eri hesitated for a moment, her fingers twitching nervously around the grabber’s handle. But after a moment, her determination kicked in. She extended the tool toward the bear, eyes focused in concentration as she squeezed the handle and caught the plush animal.

With a small, triumphant smile, Eri pulled the bear down, holding it carefully in her arms as though it were fragile. You gave her a little cheer, nodding in approval.

“Great job! That’s a cute one,” you said softly, watching as she hugged the bear close to her chest, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Do you want to make it extra special? I can help you with the heart ceremony.”

Eri looked up at you, curiosity filling her eyes. She nodded, and you led her to the heart ceremony station, where the soft plush hearts were kept. You gently explained the steps, making sure to give her the space to do everything herself, guiding her through the motions.

“Rub your heart in your hands for warmth,” you said with a kind smile, mimicking the action with your own plush heart. Eri followed suit, her small hands rubbing the heart together.

“Pat your heart for your friend's heartbeat forever, rub them on your head for smart thoughts, and rub them on each other so they know you're best friends.”

As you continued through the ceremony, Eri became more engaged, a light giggle escaping her lips as she touched the heart to her elbow when you added with a playful grin, “And don’t forget to tap your elbow so your new friend will always be funny!”

Eri’s eyes lit up with the little details, and she smiled brightly as she hugged the heart to her chest before placing it inside her new bear.

Behind her, in the shadow of the store’s entrance, Mirio watched quietly, a warm smile creeping across his face. He hadn’t expected to see Eri so at ease, especially in a new place. The way you respected her space, never crowding or overwhelming her, made his chest swell with gratitude. He was about to step forward when he felt a familiar presence behind him.

“What’re you staring at?” Shinsou’s voice broke the moment as he approached, giving Mirio a teasing look.

Mirio turned with a grin, his blue eyes bright as he spotted Shinsou approaching. Shinsou, dressed in his usual casual wear—a dark hoodie and jeans—stood out among the bright colors and vibrant energy of the workshop. His messy purple hair framed his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching Mirio with a raised brow.

“Just watching Eri have a good time,” Mirio replied, motioning toward the heart ceremony station. Shinsou’s eyes followed, his expression softening slightly when he saw the little girl happily finishing up the ceremony with her new plush bear. She was beaming now, her earlier hesitancy gone, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and joy.

“Looks like she’s having a good time,” Shinsou muttered, his tone more affectionate than usual. He had grown attached to Eri in his own quiet way, often showing up to hang out with her when he could.

He wasn’t the type to get openly sentimental, but moments like this made him feel lighter.

Mirio clapped a hand on Shinsou’s shoulder, his grin widening. “Thanks for coming, by the way. I know it’s not your scene, but Eri likes having you around.”

Shinsou shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well you know I can’t say no to her.”

As they stood there, watching Eri carefully adjust her bear’s fur you approached with a gentle smile. Spotting Mirio and Shinsou near the entrance, she gave them a nod of acknowledgment before turning her attention back to you. 

“Does your bear have a name yet?” you asked softly, crouching down again to meet Eri’s eye level. She looked up at you with that same small smile, thinking for a moment as she hugged her bear tighter.

“Yes,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, but there was a sense of pride in her choice. Mirio watches with some confusion as Eri whispers it to you.

“That’s a perfect name,” you said with a warm chuckle, standing up and adjusting your apron as you prepared to ring her up. “Let’s get him all set up, then.”

Eri followed you toward the shelves with outfits, clutching Lemi in her arms as she gazed around the store one last time. You noticed how she kept glancing toward Shinsou and Mirio as if checking to make sure they hadn’t disappeared. They both gave her a reassuring wave from across the store, and she visibly relaxed, her steps becoming more confident.

You glanced up from the shelves, your eyes briefly meeting Mirio’s. He stood near the entrance, staring at you a little longer than necessary, his broad shoulders outlined by the glow of the afternoon sun. He had that goofy grin, the one that lit up his entire face, but there was something more behind it, a quiet admiration in his gaze.

Just as you return to checking on Eri, a figure sidled up beside Mirio. Shinsou, with his shit eating grin, elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“You’ve been staring at her for five minutes, man,” Shinsou teased in his usual deadpan tone. “Why don’t you just go over there and say something?”

Mirio blinked rapidly, his grin faltering for the briefest moment as his face flushed a deep pink. “W-What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, right,” Shinsou cut in, rolling his eyes. “I could practically hear your heart pounding from across the room.” He gave Mirio a little push toward you and Eri, who was carefully adjusting the tiny outfit on her new bear, completely oblivious to the commotion behind her.

“Go on, big guy. She’s right there.”

Mirio stumbled forward, awkwardly regaining his footing with a sheepish laugh. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found as he approached, Shinsou trailing behind him with a lazy, amused stride.

You stepped in front of Eri protectively the moment you saw the two boys approaching. Instinctively, you put yourself between her and the newcomers, your body tense as you sized them up, ready for anything. But before you could say a word, Eri’s face lit up at the sight of her two of her favorite boys.

“Mirio! Shinsou!” she squealed, her eyes bright with excitement. She hopped up and down on the spot, holding her newly made bear in front of her like a prized possession.

The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, but you stayed close to Eri, watching the interaction carefully. Mirio’s flustered expression softened as he knelt down to Eri’s level, his smile warm and familiar again.

“Hey Eri! Who’s this?” he asked, motioning toward the bear in her arms.

Eri beamed, a little confused, and pointed up at you. “She’s my new friend.”

Mirio leaned in, squinting at you with a faux-serious expression. “New friend, huh? Looks like a tough one,” he said, his voice light. You huff and laugh before he stuff his hands in his back pockets and rocks before he then pokes the bear gently and then adds with a sincere tone, “You’re so cool, Eri!”

Eri giggled, hugging the bear closer and you nod, “She is!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the scene, the warmth of it spreading through you. Eri seemed so comfortable with him, like a big brother and his quiet, teasing friend.

“So,” you began, looking between the three of them, “is this your brother?” you asked, gesturing toward Mirio, though you couldn’t quite keep the teasing edge out of your voice.

Mirio laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, no, not exactly. But I do look after her,” he explained, his eyes softening as he glanced at Eri. “She’s special to us.”

You nodded, your heart warming at his response. “That’s sweet. You seem to care about her a lot.” Just as you were about to hand Eri back over to Mirio, the workshop’s door swung open once again.

The air in the room shifted as a tall, scruffy figure walked in, wearing his signature black scarf draped loosely around his shoulders.

Aizawa, with his ever-tired eyes and a slight slouch in his posture, made his way toward the group, his wallet already in hand. His gaze flickered between you and Eri, who immediately perked up at the sight of him.

“Dad!” Eri called out, her small voice carrying across the room.

Aizawa’s tired expression softened at her excitement, and he gave a small nod before turning his attention to you. “I see you’ve made a friend,” he said, his voice low but not unkind. He held up his hero license for your reassurance. “I’m her guardian.”

You blinked in surprise, your cheeks flushing as you realized your earlier assumption. “Great, these guys are nice but I couldn’t release her to them without a parents' permission,” you stammered, bowing your head slightly. “I just wanted to make sure she was with someone safe.”

Aizawa’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile. “No need to apologize. You did the right thing by being cautious. I appreciate how well you’ve treated her.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a sense of relief washing over you. Eri, still clutching the golden teddy bear, grinned up at Aizawa, clearly happy to see him. Mirio, ever the optimist, gave a thumbs-up toward you.

“See? You’re great with her,” he said, his usual enthusiasm returning.

Aizawa ruffled Eri’s hair gently, glancing over at you once more. “Thanks for helping her. She doesn’t trust people easily, but she seems to like you.”

Eri nodded vigorously, hugging the golden bear tighter. “I do!”

You could have been knocked over with a feather with how happy you felt making that little girl smile and help her create a core memory.

The moment settled into a quiet comfort, the soft hum of the workshop around you, as Aizawa stood by Eri’s side, and you felt a quiet sense of connection with the little girl.

She has a good family here, no doubt about it.

You chuckled softly to yourself as you grabbed the small wooden step stool tucked near the counter. With a fluid motion, you brought it over to Eri, who eagerly clambered up onto it. Her tiny hands reached up toward the counter and placed her new bear, who sat proudly.

The excitement in her eyes was contagious as she carefully took in the action of you scanning the bear and filling in the information Aizawa gave you into the database before sliding her friend back into her hand, giving the bear a quick once-over as if to make sure nothing was out of place.

“Look! Isn’t he cute?” Eri beamed, holding the new playmate out for Aizawa and Mirio to inspect. Mirio, still a bit flustered from earlier, managed to nod, though words seemed to escape him. Shinsou, as usual, wasn’t going to let that slide.

“Come on, big guy, she’s waiting for some praise,” Shinsou said with a raised brow, nudging Mirio with his elbow.

Mirio blinked, looking between Eri and the bear as if his brain had short-circuited.

“Y-Yeah! She’s adorable!” he finally managed to say, his voice a little too loud in his eagerness.

You smiled at the scene, turning back to Eri. “Alright, let’s fill out these ‘adoption papers’ for him, okay?” You handed Eri a small form—a fun, simple sheet for her to fill out with her little buddies name, favorite activities, and promise to care for her new friend.

Eri took the sparkle pom pom pen with a determined nod, sitting cross-legged on the stool as she began writing carefully.

As Eri focused, her soft voice floated up toward you. “Just like with me!” she said brightly, her small hand gripping the pen a little tighter.

The words sent a wave of silence through the room. It was as if time itself froze. Mirio, Shinsou, and Aizawa all exchanged looks, the weight of her innocent statement hanging in the air. The unspoken gravity of her situation, how she was adopted by Aizawa after everything she had been through, washed over the group. 

You, on the other hand, had pieced it together when you saw the two walk in and seen how nervous Eri seemed with touch. Hence why you offered her some alternative instead of being more hands on like your coworkers. 

For a moment, the noise of the workshop dimmed, replaced with a quiet reverence of her writing.

Before anyone could respond, the door burst open, and Izuku came stumbling in, dripping wet, his breath ragged and his wild hair sticking to his forehead. It was immediately clear what had happened—he’d just been thrown into the fountain outside. 

Again.

“I-I’m okay!” he wheezed, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Eri’s solemn face broke into pure delight at the sight of him.

“Izuku!” she cheered, waving enthusiastically, her spirits immediately lifted. She proudly signed the adoption papers with a flourish before handing them to you.

You smiled warmly, taking the papers from her and carefully boxing up the teddy bear. “Alright, your new friend is all set,” you said, handing Eri the box, which she clutched to her chest protectively.

Before anyone could fully relax, Monoma and Bakugou came charging into the room, both out of breath and clearly mid-argument.

Monoma was the first to speak, of course. “Just so you know, he—” he pointed dramatically at Bakugou “—backhanded Izuku into the fountain.”

Katsuki snarled, glaring daggers at Monoma. “Tch, for once it was an accident! I was trying to punch you.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?” Monoma scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Would my fist up your ass make it better?” Bakugou barked, clenching his fists as the two squared off, their bickering quickly escalating.

Aizawa sighed deeply, massaging his temples. “Of course,” he muttered under his breath before excusing himself from the registrar desk. He stepped between the two boys, his exhaustion palpable.

“Enough,” he said flatly, voice laced with authority, but it didn’t stop them from grumbling at each other.

Shinsou, watching with a smirk, took this as his cue. He gave Mirio a subtle nudge forward, his hands resting casually behind his back as if he hadn’t just shoved the older boy in your direction. Mirio, unsteady and blushing all over again, stumbled toward you, barely managing to stay upright.

“Guess you’re up,” Shinsou said with a sly, Cheshire grin before trailing after Aizawa, clearly entertained by the chaos.

You raised an eyebrow at Mirio, who now stood awkwardly in front of you, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words. His usual confidence had all but evaporated, leaving him standing there, fidgeting under your gaze.

You continued packing up a few more supplies, carefully organizing the boxes behind the counter. The soft rustling of tissue paper filled the air as you folded up some final pieces of merchandise, stacking them neatly. Mirio, still trying to recover from Shinsou's teasing, stumbled up toward you, his large frame knocking gently into the edge of the registrar desk.

“Oh! Sorry about that!” he blurted, immediately looking down at you with an apologetic smile.

You glanced up, amused by his flustered state. “No sweat. Nothing's broken, so we’re all good.”

You waved off his apology with a casual grin before returning to your packing, carefully organizing the boxes behind the counter. The soft rustling of tissue paper filled the air as you folded up some final pieces of merchandise, stacking them neatly.

“So,” you began, trying to ease the tension with a playful smirk, “is getting pushed around by 'Shinsou' part of the usual dynamic, or is this a special occasion?”

Mirio laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I think he’s just having fun at my expense today,” he admitted sheepishly, his smile returning, albeit a bit more bashful than before.

Eri, meanwhile, had taken the opportunity to step up beside you, clutching her newly boxed bear and watching you curiously. She tilted her head, her brows furrowing as she observed both you and Shinsou in the distance. 

“Are you… emo? Like Shinsou?”

Mirio tensed beside you, his eyes going wide at the question. He shot you a nervous glance, as if expecting you to be offended. But instead, a laugh bubbled up from your chest, light and genuine, filling the space between you all.

“Emo? Nah, not quite,” you said, still chuckling. You ruffled Eri's hair lightly with the pen before pointing to the purple and blue streaks running through your own. “But I get why you might think that. I’m actually a pastel goth.”

Eri's face lit up with curiosity, her eyes widening as you untied your apron and did a playful little spin in front of her. “See?” You gestured to your outfit—ripped black jeans, a pretty lace pastel top in your favorite shade, and the rainbow chains that connected from your belt to your pockets that added a splash of color to your otherwise dark base palette.

“And these are my favorite!” You lifted one foot to show her your dip-dyed tennis shoes, a soft gradient of pastel shades fading into the white canvas. “I made these myself.”

Eri’s mouth formed a perfect “O” of awe, her small hands reaching out as if to touch your shoes. “Wow! How did you do that? They’re so pretty!”

You crouched down to her level, smiling as you explained the process. “Thank you, sweetie! It’s called tie-dye. You take plain shoes or clothes, tie them in different spots, and then dip them in different colors of dye. You can get all kinds of patterns that way! Want me to show you?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically, already imagining the possibilities.

Throughout the exchange, you didn’t notice the way Mirio was watching you. His eyes followed your every movement—how you spun effortlessly, the way you smiled so warmly at Eri, how you explained things with ease. His heart raced in his chest, he gulped, trying to shake off the strange, intense nervousness crawling up his spine.

Mirio couldn't understand why it suddenly felt so hard to breathe, why his palms were sweating. Every time he tried to speak, his mouth dried up even more, like a dessert made out of sandpaper topped with crunchy peanut butter. 

He desperately wanted to look away, but his gaze was drawn to you, like a magnet pulling him in despite his mind screaming at him to just fade into the wall and disappear.

Still, Mirio couldn't help but stay, silently rooting himself to the spot, unable to tear his eyes from the scene unfolding in front of him. The way you connected with Eri, the easy laughter between you—it was like a warmth that had settled into the room, and though it made him flustered, he didn't want to leave.

You were still kneeling, explaining the basics of tie-dye with a smile, using your phone to show her how she could create something similar. Mirio stood stiffly, watching you with wide eyes, and though he was usually the picture of calm confidence, today was different.

His nerves kicking up in full force.

He wanted to speak, maybe even add something to the conversation, but his brain couldn’t form the words. It was as if the more he watched you interacting with Eri, the more his thoughts and nerves tangled themselves into sweaty knots.

Still, you kept the conversation flowing naturally, completely unaware of the inner turmoil Mirio was going through.

"It’s all about experimenting and having fun with colors,” you said, showing Eri how different patterns could form.

Eri nodded eagerly, fascinated by every word, while Mirio stood beside you, his heartbeat drumming in his ears. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt like a deer in headlights, but every time you smiled or laughed, it felt like someone turned the temperature in the room up a few degrees.

Mirio blinked, snapping back to reality just in time to notice Shinsou staring at him from outside the store. 

Shinsou’s eyes held a mischievous glint, as he subtly gestured toward you with a small nod of his head. Mirio followed the motion, his mind catching up with the situation. His heart skipped when he realized Shinsou was egging him on, pushing him toward you in a way that was just as playful as it was serious.

Behind Shinsou, Fatgum and Kirishima were rolling up to join the growing group, both exchanging easy grins. Fatgum seemed relaxed, his large frame towering over the others, eating some mall pretzels, while Kirishima waved enthusiastically, clearly trying to disarm the chaos that was unfolding.

Meanwhile, Aizawa stood a little farther off, arms crossed, his usual weary expression in place as he muttered something to himself.

“Herding cats is easier than dealing with them,” Aizawa complained under his breath, side-eyeing Bakugou and Monoma, who were still bickering like two kids fighting over sub vs dub anime.

Izuku was caught in the middle trying to remedy the situation, still damp, as Monoma had his hands up in a dramatic display of innocence, while Bakugou looked like he was one second away from cold blooded murder.

Tamaki, ever the quiet one, had appeared in the background, looking completely lost in the flurry of activity. His wide, nervous eyes darted between his friends, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

But when Shinsou leaned in and whispered something in his ear, a faint blush immediately crept up Tamaki's neck, turning his face a deep shade of red. He turned and gave Mirio a hesitant but determined “game face,” his sharp, elfin ears twitching slightly as he forced himself to give a thumbs-up of encouragement.

Mirio’s heart warmed at Tamaki’s attempt to cheer him on. A bright smile broke out on his face, a silent thank you to his friend. With Tamaki’s confidence-boosting thumbs-up and Shinsou’s teasing still hanging in the air, Mirio’s determination grew. He squared his shoulders and turned back to face you, taking a steadying breath.

But when he looked at you again, he nearly forgot how to breathe entirely.

Eri had somehow found her way into your arms, comfortably perched on your hip. Her small fingers were gently poking at your ear piercings, her wide, innocent eyes full of fascination as you let her touch the little hoops and studs. You were watching Mirio now, meeting his gaze with a calm smile that made something inside him turn to mush. 

'Fuck.'

It was like all the noise in the background—the bickering between Bakugou and Monoma, the faint grumbling from Aizawa, even the shuffling footsteps of students in the distance—faded into nothing.

“Uh…” Mirio started, trying to find his voice, but his throat felt impossibly dry again.

“Are they gonna be okay?” You nodded slightly toward the commotion behind him, where Bakugou’s voice had risen several notches as he squared off with Monoma.

Just as you asked, both Bakugou and Monoma shouted something unintelligible, their voices overlapping in a chaotic burst of sound. You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but nodded as if nothing was amiss.

Mirio rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his fingers brushing against the short hairs at the nape as he grinned awkwardly. 

“Yeah...they’ll be fine.” He tried to sound confident, but his mind was a mess of thoughts he couldn’t quite grasp. He noticed, more than ever, how close you were standing, with Eri resting in your arms like she belonged there, her small hands still occasionally fiddling with your piercings. 

The way you cradled her so naturally made something stir inside him—a mix of admiration and awe.

His heart started pounding again, the way it had before, but this time it was louder, more insistent. He couldn’t stop himself from noticing the little details about you. The way the light in the room softened around your face, casting a gentle glow on your skin. The hint of colors in your hair, the soft purples and blues catching in the air like a breath of wind. 

And that smile—warm, inviting, and effortlessly beautiful. It made him feel like he was standing in the middle of a sunlit field on a perfect summer’s day, the kind where everything was alive and vibrant, and you were the brightest thing in it. 

You weren’t just pretty. No, pretty was too small of a word to describe how you made him feel. You are beautiful.

'Breathtaking.'

Not just because of how you looked but because of your whole aura. It was like you radiated this light, this quiet strength, that made people around you feel safe and welcome. It was in the way you held Eri so gently, like she was the most precious thing in the world, and the way you spoke with such ease, your words always soft yet full of warmth.

Mirio could swear he saw the rest of his life in your eyes at that moment. He imagined laughter, quiet moments, and endless afternoons spent in the kind of peace only you seemed to carry with you. It hit him like a wave—this overwhelming sense of admiration and something more, something deeper, that he wasn’t sure how to name yet.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him for a moment. “You okay there, Mirio?”

Your voice broke through his swirling thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Mirio’s cheeks flared with heat, and he quickly rubbed the back of his neck again, this time laughing a little too loudly.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good!” He forced out the words, his smile still bright, though a bit shaky. “Just... you know, keeping an eye on those two,” he added, motioning again toward the argument that was now simmering behind him. 

Kirishima had dropped his bag of hair dye in favor of holding onto Bakugou’s middle, whose hands were crackling faintly, while Izuku stood in front of Monoma, bandaged arms spread as Monoma looked like he was enjoying talking shit way too much.

Aizawa was laying into them for doing this again in public as Shinsou was holding up Tamaki who looked like he wanted to pass away from the onlookers and Fatgum is trying to divert the attention while also handing out fliers to his favorite restaurant in the mall. 

“Yeah, they totally have it under control.”

You glanced in their direction before looking back at him, your lips curving into a smile that sent his heart racing all over again. “Seems like you've got your hands full.” You poke Eri in her belly and she squeals before holding onto you again.

Mirio chuckled, nodding in agreement. “You have no idea.”

Just then, Eri tugged gently on your sleeve, drawing both your attention. “Can I see the shoes again?” she asked, her voice small but eager.

You smiled down at her, giving her a little nod. “Of course.” You shifted her in your arms and then lifted one of your feet, showing her the soft colors of your tie-dye shoes again. She giggled, reaching out to touch them, her fascination with the colors and patterns not yet fading.

And as Mirio watched the scene unfold—the way you moved so effortlessly with Eri in your arms, the soft way you spoke, the ease with which you brought light into the room—he couldn’t help but think, 

‘Yeah, I’m a goner.’

Mirio blinked, his mind momentarily lost in the haze of his own thoughts as he watched you. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed until he noticed your lips moving, the soft curve of them drawing his attention. For a second, all he could focus on was the way they shaped each word, the gentle rhythm of your voice fading into the background.

He didn’t register what you were saying—just that you were talking to him.

Then, as if shaken from a dream, Mirio blipped in surprise, his eyes widening as he coughed awkwardly. “Oh! Sorry! I—uh, what were you saying?” His voice cracked a little, his embarrassment clear as he rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, I’m not sure what’s up with me today.”

You chuckled softly, a sound that made Mirio’s heart skip a beat. There was no judgment in your eyes, just warmth. “It’s okay,” you said, your tone teasing but kind. “Are you okay, though? You seem a little… distracted.”

He forced a smile, though his heart was still racing. “Yeah, I’m good now. Just—” Mirio stumbled over his words for a second before letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “I think I just spaced out for a bit.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, clearly unconvinced but playful. “Well, as long as you're not running on empty or something.” You flashed him a smile, and Mirio couldn’t help but return it, feeling the tension ease a little.

The two of you fell into an easy rhythm after that, making light conversation. You asked him how his day had been, and he asked you about yours. The small talk flowed effortlessly, and despite the occasional flustered moments on Mirio’s end, the interaction felt natural. You told him a funny story about one of your coworkers accidentally scanning a customer’s face instead of their item, and Mirio laughed, his usual cheerfulness slipping back into place. 

He was starting to feel more like himself again, even as he struggled to keep his thoughts from wandering back to how much he liked your smile and how warm and good your voice is.

He could listen to you read the phone book for all he cares!

As Mirio lingered, his gaze darting between you and the door, he finally cleared his throat, summoning a bit of courage. "You know," he started, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar, nervous way, "you’re, uh… pretty good with Eri. I bet you could make a career out of making people feel special."

You laughed softly, raising an eyebrow as you leaned against the counter.

"Oh yeah? Does that include you?"

Mirio froze for a moment, his heart skipping a beat before he quickly stumbled over his words. "W-Well, I mean… you’re already good at that too." His cheeks flushed pink, and he tried to recover by flashing you one of his signature, bright smiles. "I guess I’m just lucky to be on the receiving end."

You smirked, crossing your arms as you leaned in a little. "Is that so? Mm, I’ll have to make sure to treat you extra special next time, then."

Mirio’s face heated up further, but he managed to chuckle nervously, scratching his head. "I, uh… I wouldn’t mind that."

Suddenly, a small voice piped up from below. Eri was tugging at Mirio’s sleeve with a sweet smile on her face.

"Are you two flirting?" she asked innocently, her eyes wide and curious.

Both of you blinked in surprise, exchanging a quick glance before bursting into laughter. You crouched down to Eri’s level, gently ruffling her hair.

"Maybe a little," you teased, glancing up at Mirio, whose face had turned a deep shade of red.

Mirio bent down too, his hand resting on Eri’s shoulder. "Just a little," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "You caught us." Eri giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "I like it. It makes you both smile."

You and Mirio shared a look again, warmth spreading between you as her innocent words sank in. Smiling, you reached out and gave Eri a playful poke on the nose. "Well, we’ll just have to keep smiling for you then, won’t we?"

Eri perks up at that and looks at you with something you can’t place. But she leans into your face to close her eyes and hug you tight. You return the hug, your cheek against the crown of her head and let your warmth radiate into her.

Mirio’s heart swelled at the sight, his smile soft and sincere. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little quieter now. 

"We will."

Outside the store, the once-heated argument between Bakugou and Monoma was finally winding down. Their voices, which had been loud and chaotic earlier, were now quieter, only a few muttered grumbles echoing in the distance. Aizawa reappeared shortly after, looking more exasperated than before but clearly relieved that the chaos had subsided.

He approached the counter, tired eyes flicking over to Eri, who was still happily holding the box containing her new teddy bear. “You all set, kid?” he asked, his voice softening ever so slightly when addressing her.

Eri nodded eagerly, hugging the box tighter. “He’s ready to go home!” she declared with a big smile.

You smiled at the sight, already scanning the item at the register as Aizawa fished around in his pocket for his wallet. As you rang up the bear, your fingers discreetly punched in a few extra numbers on the keypad.

Mirio, standing just off to the side, happened to glance over and caught the brief flash of numbers. He furrowed his brows slightly, noticing that you’d keyed in what looked like a discount code. Before he could say anything, you turned to him with a wink and a sly smile, your lips curling at the corners in the most mischievous way.

You handed the bag you placed the packages in to Aizawa with a casual grace, as if nothing unusual had just happened. “Here you go,” you said, leaning down slightly so Eri could see the bag. “Take good care of him.”

Aizawa gave you a nod, his expression as unreadable as ever, though there was a slight glint of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks,” he muttered, barely loud enough to be heard. He turned to Eri. “Ready to go?”

Eri nodded enthusiastically, still cradling her new friend. But before they left, she looked up at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for helping me adopt him!” she chirped happily, her excitement contagious.

You smiled back, giving her a little wave. “Anytime, Eri. You and your new friend take care of each other, okay?” She nods and holds up the box to the frazzled group of boys before tugging Aizawa with her to go show them. 

As Aizawa and Eri made their way out of the store, Mirio stood there for a second longer, watching the interaction with an odd mix of admiration and butterflies. You turned to him once more, your smile lingering, and for a brief moment, he swore the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

“You like kids, huh?” Mirio finally asked, his voice light with amusement as he raised an eyebrow.

You gave him another wink, the same mischievous glint in your eyes. “What can I say? Perks of the job.”

“Mirio come on!” 

“I’ll be right there!” 

The blonde waves to you before racing out of the store (almost hitting his face in the glass doors too) before rejoining the group outside. The atmosphere was filled with a blend of excitement and warmth. Mirio stands off to the side, watching you as you got back to work, expertly tying your apron into a neat bow around your waist, your fingers deftly maneuvering the fabric. 

There was a lightness in the air, a hint of magic lingering in the moment, and he couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Eri’s excitement.

“Hey, how did it go?” Shinsou nudged him playfully, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Mirio chuckled, scratching the back of his head, his cheeks a little pink. “Oh, you know, just normal stuff,” he replied, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

The boys—Izuku, Kirishima, Monoma, Bakugou, Tamaki, and Fatgum—quickly gathered around, their curiosity piqued. “Did Eri get her new friend?” Izuku asked eagerly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Eri piped up, bouncing on her toes. “I did! His name is Lemi!” she declared proudly, clutching the plush bear to her chest. Mirio felt a rush of emotion at the name; it felt personal, like a little piece of her heart wrapped in the soft fabric.

“Lemi? That’s adorable!” Kirishima exclaimed, leaning closer to get a better look. But then Eri faltered, her expression shifting as she realized she hadn’t dressed him yet.

Just then, Aizawa approached, his expression mildly bemused. “You can come back another day to dress him,” he said, and Mirio, without thinking, immediately volunteered, “I’ll take her!”

Eri’s face lit up, and she eagerly opened the box for everyone to see, her excitement palpable. “Look!” she exclaimed, revealing Lemi nestled among other items.

Bakugou, who had been watching with a critical eye, leaned in. “What’s in the bag?” he asked, crossing his arms with a hint of suspicion.

Aizawa paused, confusion flickering across his face before he reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a small collection of outfits. The group gathered closer as he spread the items out on a nearby table in the food court, their eyes widening in amazement.

“Are those…?” Kirishima began, his voice trailing off as they all realized the outfits were mini versions of their hero costumes.

Mirio felt his heart swell with pride and warmth. He glanced at Eri, who was practically glowing with joy, her eyes shining like stars. When she spotted Mirio’s hero costume tucked inside, she squealed in delight.

“Look! It’s just like yours!”

With an infectious smile, she hugged him tightly, and in that moment, Lemi echoed a familiar phrase: “You’re so cool!” Her joyous squeak made everyone burst into laughter, and as she dropped the bear in surprise, Bakugou lunged forward, catching it just in time.

“Careful!” Bakugou grunted, a mix of irritation and fondness in his voice. The group shared a knowing look, the camaraderie palpable.

Izuku gently took the bear from Bakugou and squeezed its tummy. “Wow, it talks!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement. Lemi chimed in again, this time explaining that the voice must have come with the bear.

Mirio’s heart raced as he pieced it all together, realizing you must have been the one holding the voice box when he first approached Eri. A warm smile spread across his face at the thought of you crafting this magical experience for her.

Just then, Aizawa pulled out a note from his pocket and handed it to Mirio. There was a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. “This is for you,” he said, his tone teasing yet encouraging.

Mirio took the note, his breath hitching slightly as he swore he could feel the warmth from your fingertips  had left for him. 

As the teasing continued, Mirio felt a wave of nervousness wash over him, the excitement now mixed with anxiety. The note felt heavier in his hands, and he was unsure how to handle the sudden attention. With a quick glance at Tamaki, he decided to pass the note to him instead, hoping his friend might read it without the weight of all their curious eyes on him.

Tamaki accepted the note with a shaky hand, his face a mix of confusion and surprise. He cleared his throat softly before unfolding it, his cheeks already turning a deep shade of red. As he read, the whispers and laughter around them faded, all eyes drawn to him.

Mirio watched anxiously as Tamaki’s eyes widened, a hint of disbelief crossing his features. “U-um…” he stammered, before glancing back at Mirio, his voice barely above a whisper. “S-Sorry,” he managed to say, quickly handing the note back with a beet-red face.

“What does it say?” Izuku urged, leaning in closer, curiosity shining in his eyes.

Tamaki, flustered, mumbled, “It’s… um… really nice.”

Mirio took the note back, heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and began to read aloud:

“Hey! :D Mirio, right? Thanks for being so wonderful today! I really enjoyed spending time with you and Eri. You’ve got a really cute smile! If you’re not seeing anyone, let's hang out soon! If you ever want to chat or need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’d love to hook Lemi up again. ;3

Looking forward to seeing you and your Eri<33! — Your local Pastel Goth

x-678-999-8212

It was a simple thank you, but at the bottom, your number was scrawled neatly, making his heart leap.

Eri watched him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What does it say?” she asked, her tiny voice full of curiosity.

“It’s a note from the lady,” he said, unable to hide the grin on his face. “She said we can plan more fun days together.”

The boys exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and teasing delight washing over their expressions. Eri squealed with excitement, her little hands clapping. “She thinks you’re wonderful!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Look at Mirio, all blushing!” Monoma laughed, while Bakugou rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a smirk.

Mirio’s heart raced, warmth creeping into his cheeks as he tried to play it cool. “It’s just a note,” he stammered, but the grin on his face betrayed his feigned nonchalance.

“Just a note? Dude, that’s definitely more than just a note!” Kirishima chimed in, clapping him on the back with enthusiasm.

Tamaki, still blushing, looked down at his feet, mumbling, “I-I think she likes you…”

As the teasing continued, Mirio couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness blooming inside him. The nervousness ebbed away, replaced by excitement at the thought of seeing you again. Eri’s bubbly enthusiasm and the camaraderie of his friends made it all feel so much brighter, like everything was finally falling into place.

Bakugou rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “You’re such a dork,” he teased, earning a playful shove from Kirishima.

Fatgum chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You boys better watch out. Mirio’s got a secret weapon now,” he said, gesturing to the note with a grin.

As the playful banter continued, Mirio felt a swell of happiness. The bond he was forming with you, Eri, and the rest of the group felt like a bright beacon in his life. He couldn’t wait for the next mall adventure, knowing that you would be a part of it.

“Let’s get home before your classmates burn the dorms down.”

🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊

As the day wound down and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the window of Aizawa’s living room, Mirio found a cozy spot on the couch with Eri nestled against him. The warmth of the moment wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, Eri’s small fingers clutching the note you’d written, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep threatened to claim her.

Mirio, still buzzing from the day’s events, felt the soft rhythm of Eri’s breath against him, her little body rising and falling in a peaceful slumber. He couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with affection for the girl who had quickly become so dear to him. The note rested on his chest, a tangible reminder of you and the promise of more moments to come.

Just then, Shinsou, lounging nearby, couldn’t resist the urge to capture the scene. He quietly pulled out his phone, careful not to disturb the tranquil atmosphere. The sight of Mirio, looking blissfully content with Eri curled up beside him, was too precious to pass up. With a mischievous grin, he snapped a quick picture, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face for just a moment.

“Adorable,” Shinsou whispered to himself, stifling a chuckle as he looked at the picture. Mirio stirred slightly but didn’t wake, a gentle smile still gracing his features. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and safety, the bond between them solidifying in the simplicity of the moment.

As Mirio drifted further away, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. It was a day well spent, and he couldn’t help but look forward to what tomorrow would bring for them all. 

🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊🌞 😄 🧱 👊

The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Eri, Mirio, and Shinsou were happily digging into a stack of fluffy pancakes. Eri’s eyes sparkled with delight as she drizzled syrup over her stack, the sweet smell wafting through the air.

As they chatted and giggled, the sound of shuffling feet approached. Aizawa emerged from his room, tousled hair and sleepy eyes, just as Yamada bustled in, carrying a plate piled high with golden pancakes. 

“Good morning, Shouta!” he called cheerfully, setting the plate down in front of him.

“Did everyone sleep well?” Aizawa asked, his voice still raspy from sleep as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Eri beamed up at him, her cheeks stuffed with pancakes. “I slept great! And guess what, Mr. Aizawa? Mirio called that lady from the store last night to set up a playdate at the park today! We’re going to hang out together!”

Mirio’s face instantly turned crimson, his cheeks matching the color of a ripe tomato as he fumbled with his fork. “I, uh... it’s not like that!” he stammered, his embarrassment palpable. Shinsou, sitting across from him, stifled a laugh behind his hand, a smirk spreading across his face as he watched Mirio squirm.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Just be safe, you two. And remember to keep an eye on Eri,” he added, glancing pointedly at Mirio, who was still blushing fiercely.

“Of course!” Eri chirped, her excitement infectious. Mirio, despite his flushed face, couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy at the thought of seeing you again. He grinned, the anticipation bubbling within him as he tried to play it cool. 

“Yeah, we’ll have a great time!”

Meanwhile, on your end, you were sprawled across your bed, heart still racing from the phone call. Your face was buried in your pillow as you squealed, muffling the sound of your excitement. He really called me! He really called me! you thought, replaying every detail in your mind, savoring it like your favorite song.

You remembered the moment his number flashed on your phone screen. Not knowing who it was, you picked up with a casual, "Hello?" but inside you were buzzing with nerves, especially when you heard his voice crack a little as he started talking.

"H-Hey! It's Mirio... I hope I'm not calling too late," he said, his voice warm but tinged with a kind of awkwardness that made him even more endearing. You could practically see him rubbing the back of his neck, just like when he’d been standing in the store earlier.

"No, you're fine!" you replied, a smile spreading across your face as you pressed the phone tighter to your ear. You had just finished working around midnight before heading home to eat a grilled cheese and shower before climbing into your black strawberry print sheets.

Did your bones ache? 100% absolutely, no doubt about it. But you really liked the afflictions of his voice and it beats the boyfriend asmr you listen to sometimes to fall asleep. 

"What’s up?"

There was a pause, and you could hear him exhale, almost like he was gathering courage. "I, uh... Eri wanted to go to the park tomorrow, and I thought maybe... if you’re not busy, you could... join us? If you want. No pressure! I mean, it’s just a park. A public place. With, you know, swings and stuff... so, uh..."

You giggled softly, letting him off the hook. "A public place, huh? That sounds very safe. I'd love to come along."

He sighed in relief, but then there was a moment of silence before he awkwardly admitted, "I... actually realized I never got your name. Kinda... embarrassing, huh?"

You grinned, teasing him just a little, "Oh, so you called me without even knowing my name? Bold move, Mirio."

He chuckled nervously. "Y-yeah, I guess so! I just... I couldn’t stop thinking about how nice it was talking to you today. You’re, like, really easy to talk to. And, uh..." He hesitated again, and you could feel the shift in his tone, his vulnerability coming through.

"You’re really pretty, too. That’s... part of it. You’ve got this energy, you know? It’s just... it feels good to be around you. So I figured I’d take a chance."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you. You teased him again, just lightly. "Oh really? Well, you’re not too bad yourself. I’ve gotta say, you did look pretty good today with the sun shining over you like that."

'I wanted to bite your lips when you smiled.'

There was a bashful laugh on the other end of the line. "You think so? I felt so nervous talking to you, I thought I might trip over my own words."

"Well, you did great," you replied softly, feeling your own nerves start to settle. Talking to him was surprisingly easy, despite how flustered you both were.

You thought back to the way he had smiled earlier, how his eyes crinkled in the most charming way when he looked down at Eri, and how, for a moment, you'd feel a little flutter of nerves yourself. Thank God for Eri being there to smooth over the tension. You found yourself wishing you had asked him for a hug before he left.

'No,no,no, that would be weird! AGH!'

As you lay there now, hugging your pillow, your mind wandered back to how close he’d stood to you, and that same flutter of nerves returned. You dropped the pillow from your face and sat up, grinning like a kid. Your heart was still racing, but this time it was all excitement.

“Can’t wait,” you whispered to yourself, the smile lingering on your lips as you hopped out of bed to get ready for tomorrow’s ‘play date’—if that’s what you could even call it. 

You had a gut feeling it would be more than just that.~

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[reallyromealone]

Hello Rome, can I request a bunny Mikey with a wolf male reader where Mikey’s pregnant with male reader’s baby. Can it also be fluff?

Thank you!

Fuck this is adorable

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

Don't let the bunny ears fool you.

Mikey was as vicious as any predator hybrid, if anything his hybrid breed made him more fearsome.

He was fast and his legs were very strong.

He was a force to be feared.

"Hello (name)" Koko said during a meeting as the wolf hybrid smiled softly "hello-- Mikey don't bite me!" (Name) said to his husband who was in full hybrid form and pregnant as hell, the Omega annoyed he stopped petting him "you come out of hybrid form and participate in the meeting" (name) was the only person who could get away with talking to Mikey like this, especially as an alpha-- Mikey had a track record of breaking any alphas bones if they talked to him like that.

The bunny stomped angrily but (name) just raised an eyebrow "I'll make you home made Taiyaki" he bargained with his mate who perked up, let's be real (name) would have regardless but he knew his Omega would be interested in that as he shifted "get it over with" he grumbled as he snuggled into his alphas lap, their little pups kicking in his belly.

Mikey was a possessive Omega, wanted to be near his alpha or have his scent and pregnancy made that 10 fold, (name) often an accessory for his omegas comfort but he didn't mind, the Alpha almost went feral himself when Sanzu touched Mikey's shoulder.

(Name) catered to Mikey's whims, rubbing his swollen feet and running him baths and made him food and even went on food runs for the Omega.

Mikey was a vicious Omega but around the wolf he let himself be pampered and cared for, (name) on his knees kissing the omegas belly and chatting with his kits as Mikey let the wolfs ears, watching as the alphas tail swished lazily with contentment.

"You wanna work on the burrow tomorrow?" (Name) asked, both burrow hybrids and often found comfort in it and both were able to work on it with the same understanding.

Unlike the Haitanis who slept in loft beds as their hybrids slept in trees.

"Hm" Mikey mumbled sleepily, relaxed and content and (name) loved it when Mikey was like this, fully relaxed and comfortable "tomorrow I'll draw you a bath"

"Hm..." Mikey was already dragging the Alpha close for cuddles and snuggled into him with a soft chirp.

It was times like this when the old Mikey cracked through and it made (name) feel warm inside, glad he was the one to make Mikey feel so safe "night baby, love you"

"Love you too alpha..." Mikey mumbled before passing out, finally becoming happier and sleeping well again.

[princess-tulip-writes]

I just KNOW that Azzie has the biggest size kink for his tiny little princess, seeing how small she is next to him, how big his clothes are on him, AND IMAGINE you know how big illyrians are? Surely they have custom made massive furniture to fit them, Az definitely love seeing his little mate look so tiny in their house and against all the furniture, so small in the bed, on the sofa, how little she is in the bath 😭😭 I need it so badly and he 100% thrives off of having to reach up to grab everything from her because of the high shelves 🥹🩷NEED

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oh my gosh, for sure. like illyrian’s definitely have special furniture accustomed to their wings and it’s so much larger than regular stuff. no matter what size you are, they look like giant household items compared to you and he just likes it’s so fucking cute. his arm chair basically towers over you, and on the occasion that he’s not home and you decide to slump in his chair bc you miss him, it’s such an adjustment bc you’re not used to having so much room. it’s super comfy but kind of awkward because it has certain cut outs in the back for illyrian wings, but you look so miniature inside of it, his hearts melts when he comes home after a long day and sees his princess looking so tiny napping in his oversized chair <3

the beds are huge, both wide and long because illyrians are typically freakishly tall with long ass limbs, plus the wings need to be stretched out when they sleep so the width is pretty important. but, there is always enough room for you to curl up under his wing, and snuggle into his chest. there is also enough room for you both to scoot to different sides of the bed comfortably after a fight, but those never last bc by three am, his shadows are annoyed with their master’s stubborn behavior and begin to lecture him to cuddle up to you. the sex varies in many positions too… just saying.

omg the sofas are literally like the size of a full size mattress. there is so much room, and azriel always has his wing curled around you when you’re both chilling on the couch. it makes for good fucking too, there is so much space to move, it’s perfect and probably your second favorite place to fuck.

And the high shelf thing???? so. fucking. true.

his shadows would whisper to him about your current struggle in the kitchen for your favorite mug, which he purposely put on the third shelf, and he would rush to your aid with a smirk on his face. the cocky fucker would come behind you, set his hand on your hip and reach it perfectly, so perfectly that it makes your teeth and thighs clench.

bunny, your thoughts never disappoint. thank you for this contribution.

[pokefancar2525]

Emotional Playtime 2

🧡 baby Anxiety: the little tadpole loves finger painting with her friends. Baby Anxiety likes playing ABC blocks with baby Fear and tries to play with baby Ennui as well. Her plushies are Bloofy, Lulu the giraffe, Prickle the hedgehog, and Hoppy the frog that she plays with the other emotion babies and their stuffies. She also has her teething ring just in case she is having meltdowns.

💚Baby Disgust: the little princess loves playing dress-up, dolls, and tea parties. When baby Envy wants to play with her, she invites her. Tabitha is Disgust's doll that she was using to play with at bedtime and tea parties. Never leave your makeup kit behind because this little green girl might have a messy makeover!

🩵Baby Envy: the tiny little teal mushroom in diapers always wants to play with the other kids, including her best friend Disgust. When she sees one of her friends playing with their toy, she wishes to have the same one as anyone else. If you see baby Envy alone without a friend, pouting, ask the little emotionlings to play with her. Her stuffed animals are Kitty the kitten, Snoopy the puppy, and Bonnie the bunny.

🩷 baby Embarrassment: Barry's favorite playtime is snuggling with stuffed animals and playing with toy trains. His stuffies are a cuddly little panda, a piggy, Winnie the whale, and a teddy bear. He played with baby Sadness when she was lonely.

🖤 baby Ennui: the sleepy little noodle doesn't play with the other babies that much but a little bit. Her plushies are Slowy the sloth, Miffy the moth, Koko the koala, and Sammy the snake. Baby Ennui plays on her ipad all the time.

💜 baby Fear: the little nerve loves playing with his friends like baby Joy and baby Anxiety. He likes playing ABC blocks with baby Anxiety and plays his teddy bear with baby Embarrassment and Sadness.

💙 baby Sadness: this little blue girl always plays with baby Joy and Embarrassment. She shares her favorite toys with the other babies. Her stuffed animals are a stuffed teardrop, a blue teddy bear, Penny the penguin, Willie the whale, Bibi the kitty, and Paul the polar bear.

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

Ask game questions created by proship-blissbliss ! Your questions are lovely snd sweet and it filled my heart with warmth to answer them! 🌸🫶🏼☺️!

💌 - What pet names does your F/O use for you the most? Which pet names do they like being referred to with the most?

Juju loves calling me Angel, Kitten, Sweetheart, HoneyBunny, Princess!

Juju loves when I call him my JujuBear or HanniBunnyHubbyBear! Because his last name is Han and the base of our nicknames for each other are HoneyBunny.

🌸 - What's their favourite season? Are there any seasonal activities in that time that they like doing with you?

JujuBear’s favorite season is winter, and so is mine! Though we find spring to be a special season for us too!

He loves it when we snuggle under the blankets, whether it be on the couch or in bed, and we just. Enjoy each others’ warmth 💗🥰🥮🥹 as the rain or snow fall outside our windows.

On winter nights we also love waltzing together in the living room or kitchen, after dinner, to romantic music. It’s so precious and heartwarming 🫣☺️🤗🌸🍯🗾🎑🌌 and romantic!!! 😆🥰💞

My Hanni JujuBear also loves celebrating my birthday on December, only a few days before Christmas (on the 22nd of December). Last year we celebrated it by baking frosted sugar and butter cookies together 💗 They turned out super yummy! and held the shapes of hearts, stars and snowmen! Also a few clumsy snowflake shaped cookies 😅❄️☃️🌟🩷.

He also played the piece ‘Once Upon A Dream’ on the piano for me as we sang the lyrics together and I sat on the piano seat with him, swaying from side to side.

After a bit of nudging from me, he mellowed and we played our romantic song playlist on youtube and we clumsily yet joyfully and warmly waltzed together 😊.

Hehe, reading this you can probably tell how much I adore waltzing with my Sweetheart JujuBear!

We also love humming softly to each other and cuddle in bed if one of us has trouble sleeping or had a nightmare or a bad/rough day 🥹❣️💗🌸💞🌺

✨️ - What's the height difference between you two? What are your F/O's feelings on that?

I am 159 cm and Juju is 184 cm, so. 25 cm difference. We both love it! Juju feels strong and protective of me and I feel safe and all fuzzy and warm with him ☺️🍯🥮💜💌 and Juju also finds my short height to be so adorable and precious! Aaaaa!!! I love JujuBear so much!!!! Juju is so precious too!!!! My HanniBunny makes me feel so loved and special!

My HanniHubbyJujuBear is my first and hopefully also my last love. Juju is so important, special and loved. I hope JujuBear knows how precious he is to me too…I’ll always hold my JujuBear close to my heart. I feel like we’re spiritually and emotionally together even when we are physically apart 💗💞💗.

🎀 - Do you/they take the other's clothes often? Which piece of their/your clothes is stolen the most often?

AAAAAAA IT MAKES ME A LITTLE SHY BUT A DAY AFTER JUJU AND I HAVE A SLEEPOVER DATE IN OUR KIGURUMI BEFORE HE HAS TO GO TO HIS SEVERAL DAYS’ LONG BUSINESS TRIP, I LOVLOVLOV WEARING HIS KIGURUMI. IT HAS HIS SCENT AND IT’S SO COMFORTING TwT!

AND JUJUBEAR LOVES TO TALK WITH ME ON THE PHONE WHEN HE FINISHES HIS WORK FOR THE DAY OVERSEAS AND SMELL MY PILLOWCASE THAT HE TOOK WITH HIM 💗💞💗🥹🥰🍯🫶🏼. It simultaneously comforts and excites him. Makes us miss each other all the more x)

😳 - What about your F/O do you find the most attractive?

While I adore everything about my dearest JujuBear, I love his romantic and faithfully passionate heart the most!

🐕 - What animal do they remind you the most of?

Juju reminds me the most of a black cat/black panther or raven 🥰. I am these animals too! (But he is also a wolf and I am also a bunny)

💘 - What was the first thing that made them interested in you?

Juju was first of all attracted to my warmth, gentleness and kindness. Mixed with my wisdom and purity.

But we’ve been together for more than seven years so since then I’ve learned how to be perceptive and sharp minded like him (towards people we can tell have bad intentions against us or people close to us) and JujuBear learned how to face his emotions and express his love, trust and kindness with the people he cares about and cherishes. To open up his heart :’)

[reallyromealone]

can i request wolf Mikey x bunny reader like reader was going around the forest exploring and happened to stumble upon Mikey den.

Yesyesyesyesyes

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷(name) was sleepy, the bunny wasn't sure where he was but did not like the storm that was near as he hopped into a hole for shelter.

So sleepy he wandered into the hole and snuggled against something warm and fuzzy before passing out.

Mikey didn't expect to wake in his human form with a bunny hybrid also in human form snuggled into his chest, perfectly content and docile. Mikey could have very much eaten him there, an easy meal really. Mikey moved so that he was above him, the blond wolf sniffing at the bunny and rumbling at the scent of the other.

Omega.

A pretty bunny Omega wandered into his nest and practically claimed him, seeking out his warmth.

"Wake up" Mikey said bluntly as he nudged the bunny who grunted "oi" he nipped at the others ear and watched the bunny slowly woke up to look at the wolf "warm..." (Name) said disregarding he was cuddling his natural enemy "you know I could eat you right?" Mikey mused and (name) shrugged "you would have already..." He said simply and Mikey looked at the omega curiously "dont you have a pack?"

"Nope... I'm a lone bunny"

Mikey watched as the bunny fell back asleep and decided that he was going to keep the bunny.

Hybrids avoided these woods because of Mikey, this bunny didn't have a care in the world about who he was and decided Mikey was his.